Times were peaceful, yet it was the martyrs who dyed the national flag red with their blood, shielding it with their flesh and bone amid the storm of bullets.
And so we have her and Lu Xiao, with her and so many others, standing here to witness this solemn moment with their own eyes.
Once upon a time, Lu Xiao was also among those who made sacrifices on the front lines.
He was a hero cultivated by the nation, protecting them.
There are many such heroes, countless in fact, and it is because of them that the people can lead better lives.
When the national flag reached its pinnacle, Wen Xian felt a sudden sharp ache at the tip of her nose, and tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.
Only at that moment did she seem to finally understand the significance of his bringing her here to see the flag-raising ceremony.
This was the motherland he protected with his life, and he hoped she could empathize with him and love it together.
